Crossroads

I feel like I have a choice.  A choice that needs to be made up very soon.  The rest of my life depends on it.

I can either shrink back, find a routine, a plan; live a normal life in town just like where I grew up and wonder if things could have been better.

Or I could be exciting.  Never fall into place, never have a plan, never be complete.  Be whatever I felt like at the moment.  Risk losing every material thing but gain every possible story, scar, adventure.

Between safety and adventure I chose adventure, right?  So why not go for it?  Why worry about letting my parents down for not being just like them?  Why worry about going hungry a few nights if I could have real stories to tell my grandchildren.